Indescribable tarot cards

"Mr. Aaron, you should call me Mrs. Albert."

Hearing this, Bals couldn't help but teased: "Then what, Mr. Aaron?"

"You're scared." Aaron hit the nail on the head, and these words directly froze the smile on Bals' face.

"If you were not afraid of me, you would not stop, let alone emphasize your identity and strength to me. You are beginning to doubt me, Lord Bals."

Aaron shrugged, "I can tell you very clearly, Lord Bars, I am lying. I don't know what is in the sewers. Sartre and Siosande did not go to the sewers. Everything is a lie."

"However, would you believe it?"

"Do you believe that everything I say is a lie? Or do you think that I am deliberately stalling for time? Waiting for Sartre and Siosande to come back from the sewers?"

"Lord Bals, the time left for you is running out."

Bars listened to his words expressionlessly, and just looked at him coldly, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, at this moment, Sartre and Siosan walked in from the door.

Their attire was incompatible with the people attending the party, so they stood out in the crowd.

"Sart!" Aaron was startled, but then he shouted loudly regardless, the sound was so loud that it even vaguely drowned out the soothing accompaniment.

Almost everyone looked at Aaron again, and many people looked at Sartre and Siosand.

Sartre frowned. He still didn't like an environment like this, but a smile appeared on his lips.

In aristocratic etiquette, such loud shouting is obviously extremely rude.

Aaron didn't care, and he certainly didn't care.

"Aaron, where is the Lord of Bars?" He simply responded in the same loud voice.

Since Colin is Bals's confidant, as long as Bals can be found, Colin can naturally be found.

Besides, Sartre also had some questions he wanted to ask Bars.

Why didn't he realize that there must be something wrong with one of Colin and Tion.

Asking Bars directly is of course the simplest and most direct way.

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Bars could hear Sartre's reply clearly, and his response was the final straw.

Aaron was within his line of sight the entire time, and he was able to make sure that Aaron did not spread the news midway.

This means that either they colluded in advance, or they did come back from the sewer!

And no matter what the situation is, it means that they do know something, rather than just making vague guesses!

Without warning, Balth's metal arm was instantly ignited by flames, and then, several streams of molten metal with flames still burning on the surface flew towards Aaron.

He's been discovered, so he's going to make the first move!

His move undoubtedly triggered an ambiguous scene in an instant.

However, the next moment, Dagos coughed slightly, and the ground rose rapidly and condensed into a thick stone wall in an instant, directly blocking the flow of molten metal outside.

In an instant, everyone felt a scorching wave of air coming from the entrance of the corridor.

The orchestra's music continued, but everyone was stunned.

How is this going?

As a few smart people quickly left the hall, a group of people who had just reacted frantically rushed to the door.

First, the aura of the cult disappeared in a flash, and then the Lord of Baars took action directly.

Either way, this doesn't seem like a good thing.

Bals shouted out an unintelligible language, like the cry of some kind of wild beast.

Hearing this call, the few orcs who were standing in a remote place as background finally moved.

With a few rough roars, they revealed their sharp claws and pounced on the people trying to escape.

Bars's instructions to them were simple, "Leave no one behind!"

Explosions erupted continuously from the second floor, and from time to time a searing wave of air would hit.

The first floor was not much better. There was an endless stream of roars, shouts, cries, and wailings, almost all of which could be combined into an alternative symphony.

Those orcs were obviously well-prepared, wearing knuckles and claws, as well as fangs and fur. They used ordinary people as human shields intentionally or unintentionally, and quickly approached the nobles who were caught off guard.

Most of the nobles attending the dinner were prominent figures in Leiden City. Even if they had extraordinary abilities, most of them no longer used them.

For them, extraordinary abilities are more of a status symbol than a tool of struggle.

While many people were still hesitating about what to do, the orcs had already pounced on them and bit their throats cleanly.

The blood inspired the orc's ferocity, his eyes flashed with a cruel green light, and the blood flowed silently on the fur.

Even if some nobles reacted and desperately used their extraordinary power, the situation became more and more chaotic.

There are no common people in the eyes of the nobles, which means that the abilities they release have no regard for the life and death of ordinary people.

The splashing acid can turn a person into bones in a matter of seconds. The spirit beast leaping out of the illusory portal hit ordinary people in the way without any scruples. The green poisonous cloud also followed the thoughts of a certain noble. The chanting spread.

In just a few moments, the originally crowded hall became quite empty.

The most ironic thing is that far more civilians died at the hands of nobles than at the mouths of orcs.

Even until this moment, the orchestra members were still fulfilling their duties. No one escaped. They all sat in their seats and played the soothing music with all their heart.

However, this soothing accompaniment seemed out of place in this chaotic scene.

Sartre looked up to the second floor and whispered: "Find Aaron first."

"I know," Siosande said nonchalantly, pointing at an orc not far away.

The orc who knocked someone to the ground felt like he was struck by lightning and couldn't even control his body. He ran away for several meters like a drunken man before regaining his consciousness.

"I told you that you shouldn't come here." Siosande muttered, but he quickly snapped his fingers, and a human face full of lines appeared on his shoulder again.

"It seems that you need me a lot recently..." Meng Ji was still in the mood to joke, but the next moment she swallowed the second half of the sentence and turned to look straight at the orchestra, or in other words, at the leader. Late musicians.

In her eyes, all the musicians' limbs were suspended by translucent soul threads, moving with the fluctuation of the threads.

I don't know since when, all the musicians have become like this half-dead state.

And the soul threads of all the musicians came together, and were finally firmly held in the hands of the belated musician.

And he was still waving the baton obliviously, his hair flying.

Thanks for the reward of The Boundary Between Dreams and Reality~